Livestream Showdown With My Rival
Language: en
I had just unveiled the centerpiece of my shop to three million viewers online — pulling back the red silk with a flourish — when Selena, my top-donating fan, kicked my front door open and walked in with two bodyguards at her back. She slammed a pregnancy test and a stack of explicit love letters straight into my face. "Quinn! You used my fiancé's money to open this shop, and you're carrying his bastard child — you make me sick!" The comment section exploded. "Home wrecker, go die" flooded every inch of the screen. In my previous life, the chaos had shattered me. I'd panicked and cut…